This afternoon while Emma rested and recovered from a stomach bug Torrey was doing a little writing on the iPad. I grabbed my camera for a quick shot of the day, and got a good laugh in the end. She had just written the first stanza when I started clicking away. I didn't read through the rest until I uploaded the photos, and got a good laugh when I got to the fourth stanza. I wonder who she was referring to there...
She sent me a copy of the finished product, with permission to post it below.
Blank
by Torrey Culbertson
Have you ever sat,
Down on your chair,
With a pencil, some paper, and a pen?
Staring at the paper, thinking,
And a blank piece of paper is staring back.
Your mind wanders,
Trying to think,
Of places, times, and feelings.
Thinking of things you have thunk,
And a blank piece of paper is thinking back.
Tapping your leg,
Gnawing your pencil,
Thinking, pondering, wandering.
Waiting for some ideas to come,
And a blank piece of paper is waiting back.
You sit there,
Thinking away,
When something comes clicking, zooming, and snapping.
'Tis a camera, distracting away,
And a blank piece of paper is snapping back.
Sitting there thinking,
When all of a sudden,
You're smiling, chuckling, and eventually laughing.
About your poem about nothing,
And a blank piece of paper is smiling back.
Laughing, laughing away,
At the poem you had just written,
It was about thinking, pondering, with no outcome.
This poem just written,
And the blank piece of paper has written back.
Chewing your finger,
Thinking of more,
For the poem about nothing, blankness, no more.
But your poem is done, it is written,
And the once blank piece of paper is done.
“The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits.” - G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” ― G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions
